OOM -- Backstory: The End of Ed

[undead_ed]

"I love you, too, Ed," Shaun says.

"Gay," I say.

Heh.

The lift takes him and Liz up to the sidewalk. Good luck to 'em both out there.

The zombies have broken through the cellar door and there are only two shells left in the rifle. Hell if I'm going down without a fight! Bring it, motherfuckers!

I prop the barrel of the rifle on one of the beer kegs and pull the trigger.

Blam! One through the chin!

I cock the sucker and pull the trigger again.

Blam! One through the forehead!

Shit, even when I'm dying I'm still a better shot than Shaun is!

But the zombies keep coming. Need to take shelter now. No place to hide except under the stairs. Kinda hard to crawl with only one good arm (and, y'know, while you're dying in general), but I make it before the rest of the zombies come tumbling down. Clumsy twats, they are.

One of the zombies I shot is a great big fat fuck. Seriously, he's fucking huge. And his huge corpse is blocking the others from getting to me!

Ugh. Not feeling so good. Completely knackered, what with this blood loss. I'm spouting like a fucking fountain here. God, there's nothing more I'd like right now than a cold pint...




...Passed out for a moment there.

Can these zombies please shut up for once? The noise they're making is driving me mad.

Getting harder n' harder to breathe. I guess this is pretty much the end, innit? Nowhere I can go from here...



Wossat sound...?

Machine guns. AK-47s, if I ain't mistaken.

Oh, hey, there's some army guys.

Hey, army guys, over here, under the stairs!

Oh...I actually need to call out for them, don't I?

...I can't.



...Too far gone.





...Bollocks.